ON LISTENING TO AN INTERVIEW WITH TERRY EAGLETON

The church around the corner's been torn down,
a fenced-off crater--ground zero of some
megatonne explosion--in its place. Dumb
puns adorn the signboard of its neighbour--
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enticing strangers off the street to de-ice
its empty pews. And while the diocese
reels from the cataclysmic news
of the bishop's love for boys, the pope's thrown
open the universal church's mews
to welcome homophobic refugees
from the Sodom of the crumbling English kirk.
It's not that I think God is dead and gone--
it's that He seems to be a righteous fucking jerk.